He was singing the fag-end of something as he dipped his pen in the ink.
"Bind the sea to slumber stilly-- Bind its odour to the lily-- Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver-- Then bind love to last forever!" * * * * * "Danton Hall, February 26, 18-- "My Dear Lauderdale: I think I promised, when I left Windsor, to write to tell you how I got on in this horribly Arctic region.

It is nearly two months since I left Windsor, and my conscience (don't laugh--I have discovered that I have a conscience) gives me sundry twinges when I think of you.

I don't feel like sleeping to-night.

I am full of my subject, so here goes.
"In the first place, Miss Danton is well, and as much of in angel as ever.

In the second place, Danton Hall is delightful, and holds more angels than one.